A Fly that Flew

 

 

A fly that flew,

    by me

    by you

Whispered in my ear,

           “That cloud up there

                    has not a care.

            Why can you

                    not, too?

 

The cloud came down

      and said to me,

          “The secrets in

                   not doing

            those things I was

                   not meant to be.

            It is all in the choosing.”

 

I sat with me for

    just a bit

    and spoke of what

    had been spoken.

       Then you walked by

             and looked at me,

       as if I were (humph)

              Broken

 

That fly flew by

        a second time

and said to me

       quite LOUDLY,

           “The cloud and I want

                 to say, Hi!

            And find out how

                 you’re doing?”

(I told him to

      go visit you

      at work

      with people looking.)

 

So if that fly

     comes winging by,

and you thought I

     was hazy…

Wait till he tells 

     you bout the cloud.

That fly is

        simply crazy!